Author's Note: I'm working on a sequel for this and it works better with this ending. Please enjoy.

"Do you really think this is going to work?" Neal asked as he watched the people file in for Peter's funeral. He didn't like that they were using the con of being dead, but he would go with it. He just didn't like putting Kate and El in so much danger. He tilted his head as he heard the bagpipes.

"Don't," Peter said as he could feel that Neal wanted to snark about something.

"We don't even know if Gray is going to show up," Neal said pessimistically.

"You can drop the bad mood and being a sulking kid anytime," Peter said as he took a long sip of coffee. "If this works, then we'll be completely done with Gray for a very long time."

"And what if it doesn't? I don't like playing dead," Neal said with a sigh. "I also don't like Kate and El being without us."

"If we don't catch him here, we'll do it when Kate spreads your ashes," Peter said. "I don't understand why you'd rather be cremated."

"Better than being put back into the ground and being able to be made into a zombie," Neal said as he started to crack his knuckles.

"Stop that," Peter said as he looked back to the video screens. "Sniper two, zoom in on row five."

"What did you see?" Neal asked, the argument forgotten as he leaned forward. He was careful to not knock Peter's arm, which was now in a full cast from when they both rolled from the car.

"Something out of place," Peter said as he watched the camera on the sniper's view piece zoomed in on the crowd. He grabbed the radio that was close to where they were sitting. "All units, close in on row five of the mourners, no weapons unless he fires first. Gray is wearing a black pinstripe suit with a gray fedora." He got up to get out of the van before Neal grabbed his good arm. "What?"

"We're supposed to be dead, remember?" Neal said with a grin. "Best sign of a con is not blowing your cover."

"…right," Peter said as he sat down. "I don't like this."

"Not surprised," Neal said with a chuckle and looked to the van door when he heard the doors open. "Peter duck!" he yelled as he got down, putting the chair over himself to protect himself.

Peter got under the desk in time, pulling out his gun and shooting the man three times in the chest. He slowly got up, ignoring the pain in his arm as he made his way over to the shooter. Noting that the man wasn't breathing, he moved to the radio. "Shots fired, shooter down. Did you get Gray?"

"We got him," Jones said on the radio. "You two can come out now."

"Come on," Peter said as he got out of the van and Neal followed. They walked over to where Jones was putting a cuffed Gray into the backseat. "You're not as smart as you're supposed to be."

"Ever think that maybe it's better to work behind bars than out free?" Gray asked with a smirk.

Neal slammed the door after Gray was inside. "Can we put this behind us now?"

"Yes," Peter said as they both walked over to El. El gave both of them hugs as they went home to a calmer life.